Sunday, 4 July 2010

Insane

There's this weird feeling that an axe is looming right above my head, waiting for the right moment to fall. I feel anxious, weak to my knees, panicked enough to wring my hands over and over again.

It's so strange. There are people who feel normal when faced with the exact same situation; others who feel worried but are determined to be confident and brave. These people reassure me, telling me that it's going to be alright.

But I can't bring myself to believe it. I guess it's because I want to pass this so strongly that anything, anything at all, bearing the slightest resemblence to defeat abhors me. That's the way I see things, you could say. It's either all or nothing with me. Pass with flying colours, or else. There is no middle ground. This strange feeling is causing me to be worried over the smallest things, thanks to my perfectionism issues.